Fang Over Fang

She was always ready for that call. She loved its sound, and readily answered the call. As she approached, she noticed the stench, but it didn't bother her much. When she found the caller, she thought he must be getting up in age. His muzzle and ears were grey, as well as his stomach. It took her a moment before she decided that this was simply his fur pattern and not, in fact, some old man wanting to get rowdy. A smirk concealed her mistake, though her mind would keep thinking of the brute as an old man. He was a little under half a foot shorter than her, meaning he should be a decent match for the titan woman, "Alright, a spar? Any other requests before I beat you?" In her head she ended her sentence by calling him old man, but she decided not to just yet. He didn't smell like he belonged to a pack, but usually it was best to avoid completely pissing off the opponent before a spar. Esti waited, shifting her weight back and forth in springy half-sidesteps as she waited for his answer and boosted her own ego.